Green Beer & Kisses 2014: The [Totally Not] Annual femslash_today Porn Battle :: Prompt Posting

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The Porn Battle is now CLOSED.

Hey there, folks. Welcome to the vaguely annual f_t porn battle. The rules are pretty simple, easy to follow and go as such:

• Pick a prompt, any prompt and write or draw or manip the steamiest thing you can from it.
  
• When you've finished your porn, post it in a comment to this post.
  
• If you wrote a story that is

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[femme_slash_fan]

Not My Type, Battlestar Galactica: 2003, Laura/D’anna, blondes

Laura isn't sure when she became aware of just how much she liked D'Anna. She likes D'Anna, really likes her. She has always known she had a type, she just didn't call it a type.

Her type was, typically, Helena Cain. There was, however, a string of blondes she had slept with. Ellen had been the first, she hadn't loved her though, Ellen had just been a fling, a bit of fun.

Now though, she was watching D'Anna walk amongst her crew, asking questions, telling her cameraman what to film.

D'Anna had slipped into the presidential quarters that night, slim and shivering and quiet, a little shy and tense. D'Anna had flinched, settling only when Laura reached for her. For such a brave woman, she was tense.

Laura had smiled, pulling D'Anna down and onto her bed, wrapping D'Anna in her arms, pulling her closer, her lips brushing lazily, languidly, over D'Anna's own. Laura had felt more than heard the hitch in D'Anna's breath.

She had smiled, running a hand up and under D'Anna's skin-tight nightdress, feeling D'Anna shiver aganst her.

D'Anna's breath had hitched further even as Laura moved to tease her breasts, her hand running still lower even as D'Anna continued to shiver. D'Anna's breath caught and she began to shiver, sobbing weakly against Laura's neck, unable to hide the low mewls escaping her.

Laura had smiled softly, her lips soft against D'Anna's neck even as her fingers inched lazily over the girl's clit, D'Anna's yip of pleasure stifled against Laura's neck. Laura had continued to touch, tease and kiss her way lower, pausing lazily once again before applying both lips and tongue to D'Anna.